Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by UT. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.